Zen and the Art of Dying. A Lot.
I really expected to like this story. The subject matter appealed to me, the book cover was appropriately creepy, and it sounded like exactly the kind of dark underdog tale I was in the mood for.
My travels through Europe are coming to a close. Next week we fly to Japan. It's been a year of extremes, stunning experiences, profound loneliness, inspiration and growth. This isn't the first time I've discovered how small the globe really is, or how many lessons I have to keep learning over and over...
My mom, despite being an atheist and a lot like R. Lee Ermey in Full Metal Jacket when it came to child rearing and picking fights with strangers, went to great lengths to instill in me an understanding that to be a halfway decent human being, you have to be willing to do things instead of just talk about doing them.
“If we want our relationships to deepen, then we’ve got to stop tiptoeing around the surface. We have to find the courage to share the fullness of our truth—with kindness and compassion—and to trust that by doing so, we invite a more meaningful connection with others, and we magnetize the people and relationships that will best support our happiness.”